Whenever possible I buy blank greeting cards and write my own messages. It always feels good to create from my heart. I believe poetry is all around, in every thing and action and spontaneous speech. Renewed by the human spirit's appreciation of beauty and goodness. There is no unchanging standard that can reside in perfection in books rarely read.
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English Poetry, Uncategorized |
Those children’s lines drawn in coloured chalk,
Join cracks on which one must not walk.
C-i-d-e-r: my favoured form of amber,
Spelled out on many an evening walk.
Come back now as muddied memories,
Trips to the coal shed down the garden walk.
©Copyright Fergus Carty 2012
Good job with the prompt! A fun poem.
Beautiful take of an idea
Liked immensely
Such word associations delight us in life a lot
bring back into memory vividly what we coolly forgot
Hi Gion Gion,
Is this some kind of an experiment ?. Every second line ends with walk. In the amber dawn a new script for living was born . Liked these lines ‘C-i-d-e-r: my favoured form of amber,
Spelled out on many an evening walk.’
regards
sarala